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"Well, we T-dolls aren't malnourished anyway. As long as we have enough calories, we can move. Why do we have to eat hard carrots? My teeth are more suited to meat products and potato chips."
G11 started to defend himself.
In fact, because this morning's breakfast was a rice bowl with last night's leftovers heated up, G11 dared to snatch food from Moyin's bowl, otherwise she felt she would get an upset stomach.
"Don't give me that. The commander's endoskeleton not only strengthens our bones, but also our teeth. We can chew any food, no matter what it is. You are just being picky."
HK416 said coldly.
"Okay, okay, let her eat if she wants. I think carrots are delicious anyway."
Moyin tried to smooth things over in a friendly manner.
"Really, Yin, you should also take good care of your nutrition..."
HK416 said helplessly as he picked up the meat from his rice bowl and put it into Moyin's bowl.
“I think my diet is healthy.”
"So are you going to eat it or not? I want you to eat it."
HK416 smiled gently, but there was a hint of toughness in her words.
"Okay, okay, eat, eat, I'll eat, I'll eat."
Seeing that HK416 seemed a little angry, Moyin quickly started to eat breakfast.
"Well, that's right."
"Commander, I have some sad news to tell you."
AA12 walked over to Moyin, pulled over a chair and sat down, and said with a serious face.
Moyin paused with his chopsticks in his hand, and nervously glanced around the restaurant area. After confirming that all the tactical figures were still sitting in the restaurant, he looked at AA12.
Since entering the end of the world, he has been very careful in doing things, so no major tragedy has happened to his team.
But this is the end of the world after all, and it is possible that I have overlooked something and caused bad consequences.
"All the drinks in the bar have been drunk... I think A-91 and Sixteen Pigeons sneaked in and drank them last night while I was resting. I'm really sorry for neglecting this."
AA12 said with some guilt.
"????? Our wine and beverage reserves must be at least twenty cabinets, right?"
Moyin opened his eyes wide.
"Yes, I found the corresponding number of empty bottles."
“A91!!!!”
Moyin slammed the table.
"Hmm? What do you want from me... Commander..."
A-91 stumbled over to Moyin's desk, holding onto the table.
"You! You actually drank three months' supply of alcohol in one go?"
"Hey, what? With just that little bit of wine... you're going to have to last three months? Ugh!!!"
Just as he finished speaking, A-91 suddenly covered his mouth, and his body tilted and fell on Moyin, and then a large amount of warm liquid sprayed on Moyin's body.
The sound made by A-91 attracted the attention of all the tactical figures in the restaurant area.
“It’s…too tragic.”
G11 uttered a few words stupidly.
“You…you…”
With vomit all over him, Moyin turned his head with a twitching mouth and looked at A-91.
"Um, sorry, I drank a little too much... I'm really sorry, how about I give you... one shot as an apology?"
A-91 asked drunkenly.
"…………Don't even think about drinking another drop of alcohol this week."
After saying this coldly, Moyin, with a frown on his face, walked towards the bathroom.
"Ah?? Wait, Commander, we...we need to talk this out...Don't leave, don't cut off my drinking!"
Just as A-91 was rushing towards Moyin's retreating figure, a pair of long boots suddenly came flying at him. A-91's pupils shrank and he immediately crossed his hands in front of himself.
A loud bang was heard.
Then A-91 was kicked five meters away and knocked over a dining table.
"If you behave so disrespectfully towards my master again, I will break your limbs."
After saying this coldly, the agent quickly caught up with Moyin.
"Wow, this tactical doll is really poisonous... This is too much."
Sten looked at A-91 who was trying to get up in silence, and talked in a low voice.
"Yes, fortunately the commander has a good temper. If it were my previous commander, he would have immediately issued an order to dismantle the fire control core and expel it."
"How did I end up with this kind of guy?"
Shiliu Ge hugged her head and crawled under the table. She had just heard a hint of anger in Moyin's cold voice. After all, no one would feel good if they were sprayed with vomit.
I'm afraid that this time, both myself and A-91 will be punished.
As soon as A-91 climbed up from the table, he was picked up by Huang.
"You're an alcoholic, you really should sober up."
Huang dragged A-91 out of the car and was pushed directly into the cold snow by A-91.
A-91's limbs suddenly began to struggle frantically in the snow. When he was about to suffocate, Huang lifted his head and pulled him out of the snow again.
"Reflect on your mistakes and apologize to the commander, or I swear to tear you into pieces from head to toe!"
Huang stared at A-91's face like an angry beast.
Although still a little drunk, A-91 nodded obediently under the terrible pressure from Huang.
Half an hour later.
After washing himself clean, Moyin changed into clean clothes and walked out of the bathroom area.
The filth that A-91 vomited out has been cleaned up completely.
Shiliu Ge had a pile of cleaning tools at hand. When he saw Moyin, he immediately lowered his head pitifully like a child who had made a mistake.
Chapter 45 Sister's eyes became sharp
A-91 also stood in the corner, looking at Moyin somewhat bewilderedly.
This sight immediately made Moyin feel resentful. After all, he had just been vomited all over by some disgusting torrent.
Even though A91 is a beauty, the contents of her stomach are the same.
"Okay, everyone get ready and leave in ten minutes."
Moyin suppressed the anger in his heart, clapped his hands and gave an order.
He was afraid that if he looked at A-91 a few more times he would want to smash her head in.
"Commander... I'm... very sorry. If you're really angry, just beat me up."
A-91 gritted his teeth, walked up to Moyin and spoke.
"I've already set the punishment. You must not drink for a week. Remember what you did."
Moyin said this and walked out of the RV. He needed to breathe some cold, fresh air.
"You, are you still angry?"
"That's nonsense. Even if I have a good temper, I can't just pretend nothing happened after someone vomited on me. Don't talk to me today. Let me be quiet."
"Oh, I see, I see."
A-91 nodded repeatedly.
After stepping out of the RV, a refreshing cold breeze blew over the face, and Moyin felt a little better.
Soon, with the assistance of the tactical dolls, the sled team was galloping across the snowfield again.
…………
Two days later.
Finally, Moyin escaped from the snowy area and arrived at a remote city.
"Oh my god, I finally escaped from that frozen hell."
M99 took off her down jacket and basked in the warm sunshine with an enjoyable look on her face.
"Phew, I never thought my old bones could survive that kind of situation. I'm almost getting arthritis."
Nagant Revolver also said it in an old-fashioned way.
"Can tactical dolls also get this disease..."
Moyin asked curiously.
"Of course, I have ketoacidosis, and arthritis and all that is normal, it's normal."
AA12, holding a lollipop in his mouth, walked up to Moyin and gave a professional answer.
"Yes, do we have enough lollipops? Do you want some more?"
Mo Yin asked.
"Although there is still enough for two days, I would be happy if you could give me a little more."
AA12 felt in his pocket and then gave his reply.
"Then I'll give you some more. You'll have plenty of candy when you get to the city."
Moyin took out a handful of lollipops and handed them to AA12.
"Yes! Thank you, Commander. If you stay up late, you can ask me to accompany you... Well, I don't think you will have the chance to stay up late alone."